"What? whatdoyoumeanyouhavemysonsphoneiwasjustwithhimandnowimworriedihavenoideawherehecouldpossiblybe!" This is all I hear from the other end of the line, and I stand there flabbergasted. Mary immediately starts laughing at the look on my face, and Brad scowls, walking away to buy a churro.
I bite my nails, "Um, don't worry.. I'm sure he's fine.." I say nervously.
"You're sure he's fine?! What kind of a psychopath are you? You probably kidnapped him. That's it. I'm calling the police."
"No! Don't do that. Definitely do not do that. I have no idea where your son is lady!" I yelp.
Mary's cackles grow louder, and I look down to see her on the ground, clutching her stomach. Brad has returned, armed with two large churros. He considers them for a moment, before deciding to simultaneously shove both of them in his mouth.
"Oh sure, that's believable. Not like any kidnapper would say, oh no, of course I didn't kidnap your kid." The woman on the phone says sarcastically, and I instinctively make a face at the phone.
"Um excuse me. The sass is not going to find your son." I snap. "Where was he when you last saw him?" I ask.
"Um, I think around the Car's rollercoaster." She says slowly.
Of course. Where we started. "Okay, meet me there and we will look for him then." I say, a cheerful tone back in my voice. The line goes dead and I turn around, to find Brad gagging into a trashcan while Mary happily munches on the remaining churro.
"Come on team! We have a mission to finish!" I say loudly, placing my hands on my hips like the super hero that I so clearly am.
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Lost & Found // Ongoing
NouvellesWhat would your first response be if the most gorgeous male specimen left his iphone at your ice cream stand in disneyland? (just call me Dr. Seuss) Well, for Harper Wilson, her response is to try and chase his bread crumb trail. I mean, wouldn't th...
